Nothing has carried me further since the day I was born
Than the string of thoughts within my imagination
From picking flowers deep beneath the waves
Of a faraway sea to riding a solid beam of light
From a fabulous New Moon/ Full Moon/ Blue Moon
Shaking away the cobwebs
Bathing in the light
Swimming with the dolphins
Collecting starlight
Walking in the desert
Rolling in the snow
Riding on a whale
That was happy for me to do so
Nothing fires the trigger
I mean I think and away I go
A poor man’s holiday? Absolutely no!
I just think and write and post
At my cacophonous ponderings’ say so
The Mansionic Perspective 
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